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    • Maya Stiles Parsons Spier

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    • May 13, 2013 in Columnists

    Nana as holy terror – muwahahahaha….

    Because Nana told me I could.
    From a T-shirt on Pinterest

    I should have known that I would be this kind of Nana.  I was that kind of mother.  I was the mom who taught daughter and stepdaughter to make faces at the dinner table.  No wonder my

    Seattle Aquarium, Nana's at it again

    Seattle Aquarium, Nana’s at it again

    daughter has pictures of my granddaughter and me making faces at the Seattle Aquarium in celebration of cookies with too much black food dye.  Oh yeah, Nana the subversive.

    House elf

    House elf

    It’s probably a godsend that Sophia isn’t in public school.  She is on the highest end of the autistic spectrum, which means she’s, well, quirky.  And isn’t that familiar?  It’s almost more like having a co-conspirator than just a grandchild.  If Sophia was in public school, I’d be out there working diligently against every hyper-conservative, socially backward piece of cultural crap they were feeding her (“No, honey, calling your teacher ‘Mrs.’ is giving in to the sexist cultural paradigm.  I don’t care what she says.  Call her ‘Ms.’”)  I’d be getting her in trouble, I just know it.  Of course I would.  I did that with my own kids.  I was the parent making snarky comments about how the system thought it owned my children, to the disgust of the office staff.  Or about how marital titles only applied to women since we don’t have to pay a set number of goats to get our virgin husbands.

    Yes, indeed, I am a terror.  My daughter, Lina, recognized the threat when I thanked her kindergarten teacher for not making me have to go all Nana Bear on her.  Fortunately, the kindergarten teacher (whom I actually liked) didn’t get it.  Lina said “Mother, you cannot threaten her teachers,” to which I replied “Why not?  They need to know that Sophia has backup.  And besides, I thanked her for not making me do it.  How is that a threat?”  Lina just rolled her eyes.  Okay.  I concede.  Busted.

    Sophia, Yoda and me 2

    Sophia, Nana and baby Yoda Mouse

    On the train 2

    On a train tour looking with love at Lina


    Nor can I behave in public.  We’ll be out somewhere and we’ll be all over the place until Lina finally reins me in. Just when Lina thinks she has us settled down, I get… tempted.  I can feel that look spreading across my face and suddenly, my right pointer finger is out and headed toward a granddaughter tummy.  An anticipatory squeal of delight erupts from Sophia even as my daughter swivels, looking pained.

    “Mother, behave yourself,” Lina quirks my very own lifted brow at me.

    Dang.  Busted again.

    It’s all of two minutes before that finger is back on target and Sophia is desperately trying to muffle more giggles and squeals.

    “I mean it, Mother,” Lina barks again, more serious.  The eyebrow is down now – this is a danger sign.

    Rawr 2


    Okay.  Fine.  I’ll pretend to be a grownup.   I’ll fail at it, but that’s okay.  There’s always next time.

    • I am constantly reminded by my grown sons and DIL’s to not do something, or say something or not to mention something in a discussion. It goes in one ear and out the other unless they catch me in the act and then you would think I wasn’t a grown women with 64 years of experience. I am wrong. And then I tell them to get over it and then that gets me in more trouble. Hard being a grammie sometimes.Territorial issues,:)

        • Maya North

        • May 13, 2013 at 7:24 pm
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        Oh, for pete’s sake. What are they trying to do, muzzle you? Ridiculous. They wouldn’t stand for it if *you* tried it on them; they *do* need to get over it. Hmph. I’m on your side. Nanas and Grammies and Grammas and other iterations need a union. Hugs!

        • I think they are as controlling as me.:) One block is not big enough for two families. They moved back to the street my son grew up on and where I still live.

      • Maya North

      • May 13, 2013 at 8:58 pm
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      Oh boy. Proximity can be a joy and a proper caution. I really detest when grownup children suddenly decide to marginalize their parents. You did not suddenly become incapable just because they are no longer children. :X

    • Thank goodness it doesn’t happen all the time. Mostly I just have the kids over without the parents. Works much better.

      • Maya North

      • May 14, 2013 at 8:22 pm
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      My daughter has informed me that half of her wants me nearby and the other half is glad I’m 45 minutes away 😉 😀 I get that. Still, I miss being able to hug Sophia as often as I want and I know Sophia feels it, too. Still, she knows that if she truly needs me, all she has to do is call and I will be there <3

      • Carolyn Wyler

      • May 19, 2013 at 7:16 pm
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      Oh my goodness, we should totally hang out. I love that you can’t behave in public!

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